Crazed weasel in a hamster wheel

I was going to whine about how busy the past month has been (because it has felt like the writer’s equivalent of a puppy mill). But then I stumbled across this photo I shot in May and was reminded that even when we’re quite literally running from one thing to the next, there’s still beauty and stillness all around us.

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My apologies to all the blog-friends I’ve neglected. I look forward to catching up on your lives and your posts soon!

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    • You’re so sweet … thank you for your patience, and for stopping by. I’ll pay you a visit shortly, too, to see what you’ve been up to! 🙂

      • The perception of what’s in front of you is sometime better than a picture. How many times have you heard, “this picture doesn’t do it justice?” The reasons are; a picture is a two dimensional viewing, while the person taking the photograph can smell the freshness of a very young child. The clumsiness which makes them cute if not scary at times, and the smiles or laughter that could follow the noise of the camera shutter closing at the perfect time. I remember taking a picture of my daughter when she said her first word, “mommy.” After showing that picture a dozen or more times, I said her first word was “Daddy.” I rationalized it this way: I was the photographer and the only witness to my charade. I have hundreds if not a thousand pictures of my family, but my memories although sometime distorted are inevitably proven by the pictures at hand. Keep up the good work!

  1. That is a wonderful picture. I love how the arch perfectly frames the background.

    Even when we’re busy, it’s easy to take that moment to appreciate the beauty around us. This is why I take pictures with my phone all the time, even though they’re not nearly as good as my camera.

    • I’ve always said that the best camera in the world is the one you have on you — which is why my phone’s belly is also full of snapshots. And anyway, the important thing isn’t that we stopped to take the photo, but that we STOPPED, right? 🙂 Thank you so much for taking the time to stop here and leave your kind comment.

  2. Art is selective. It doesn’t portray reality because that is what reality is for, but rather it focusses on an aspect of reality and draws our attention to it. And in a way, we should be grateful for that, for as anyone who has walked along here will know, this feast for the eyes that you have captured with such romantic melancholy is often compromised, in reality, by an assault on the other senses.

  3. I thought this was Notre Dame, Paris before I checked the Tags. Such an iconic building on the Paris skyline. We all have months like the ‘hamster in the wheel’ scenario. One feels one is running on Adrenaline. We felt like that in the lead-in to our daughter’s wedding recently. We need something calming to slow us down and this looks so tranquil and quiet.

    • You’re right, Andy — it really has been like running on adrenaline. Though I suspect you’ve had it even worse, with the wedding and all! How did it go? I hope you had a beautiful day … and I hope to see whatever photos of Hever you care to share, as well.

    • What a wonderful comment, Jeff — thank you! My dismount may not be graceful, but I’m hoping to stick the landing. 🙂

    • You’ve made my day with your kind words, LadyAngeli … vielen, vielen Dank! My German is terribly weak, but perhaps I will improve by following your blog, too. 😉

    • Ha ha, Jarrett! I can always count on you for cleverness and cheekiness.

      We must start a band: Jarrett and the Crazed Weasels. The name alone would draw millions, I think! 🙂

      But in all seriousness, thank you so much for stopping by. It’s a pleasure to see you ’round these parts. Hope all is well!

  4. Beautiful, H. It’s the moments that matter, and that we remember, yes? Not our plans and scurrying and big events, but the moments. Thanks for seeing the beauty in this one!

    • Aww, Pam … thank YOU for stopping by and adding your kind and wise words. You are so right, of course: It’s the little moments that really make life grand in the end. xoxo

  5. This place looks like it has so much of history… so much of stories to tell.. those tall buildings looking at themselves in the water.. that man in the frame taking a quieter and lonely road to work.. A perfectly serene moment captured in black and white.
    This is so beautiful 😊

  6. beautiful way to capture the moment. Time never stops but once we capture the moment like you did and reflect back you tend to appreciate all that has happened. Dont let life bring you down push back up everysingle time and never forget to aprriate whats around you. Thank you for the post.

  7. I just discovered your site and am glad that I did! The photo is beautiful and I too am an Oxford comma enthusiast!

    • Yay! Oxford comma lovers, unite!! 🙂 I’ve just perused your website as well and find both your background and your writing impressive. Best wishes to you on much success, Christine! And thank you so much for your kind comment.

  8. That was me when I lived in Paris– hurrying right past Notre Dame. I didn’t really take it in until I revisited years later. Funny the things you take for granted that are right in front of you.

    • You are so right, Kirk — it’s easy to forget that those ordinary little moments are really quite extraordinary! But how lucky you are to have lived in Paris, if even only for a while. I’d be curious to hear what your experience was like returning a few years later.

      • I lived there for about a year back in the 90’s and revisited a few times. The first time back I felt very much at home. The city doesn’t seem to change much, but there are so many things to do that you seem to never run out of new experiences. If you go to the beginning of my blog, I wrote about a trip to Provence after which we went to Paris. I didn’t write about the Paris part, but won’t forget riding bikes through the Tuileries– that was new for me.

        • Isn’t it odd how the city itself seems so familiar — yet every visit is new and different? That’s probably why I never tire of Paris. Can’t say I’ve ever ridden a bike there, though, so I’ll have to follow your example next time! But first I will go check out your blog …

    • I have fond memories of all-night walks in Paris, too, Angelina! But those small, deep-breath moments are the ones I treasure most in hindsight. Thank you so much for stopping by!

    • Absolutely! Especially when I’d already forgotten about the moment and stumble across it months later … it’s almost like having the experience all over again, isn’t it?

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